“You’re here.” she breathed, slipping her hands around his neck and leaning in to press her cheek against the coolness of his jacket.
“Not exactly dressed for occasion.” he murmured.
“That’s alright. I can’t imagine the 20s being your time period. I..” she whispered, face flushing with rose. “I like bạn better like this.”
“You do?” he cocked an eyebrow, smirking his famous - and her yêu thích - Damon smirk.
She stayed very silent, simply enjoying the feel of his arms around her as they swayed to âm nhạc that was rather slow. All night they had played âm nhạc that certainly fit the 1920s jazz decade. What strange coincidence that they should play a slower song the moment Damon showed up. She pulled back to glance into his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. I was waiting for you.”
